Chapter two, part one sequel to Caught Smoking. Our girl is now working while going to college and is studying while on the job. Her boss isn't happy about that and as is the wont of men with an advantage over her, suggests a way for him to ignore her transgression.

Chapter two, part one sequel to Caught Smoking. Our girl is now working while going to college and is studying while on the job. Her boss isn't happy about that and as is the wont of men with an advantage over her, suggests a way for him to ignore her transgression.

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Submitted: January 11, 2013

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Break Time It had been a couple of years since such intrigues have fallen upon her. She lost her virginity under more normal
circumstances the following year. She pursued and had been pursued the normal way. She hooked up tons of times for making out, a little feeling up, but no fucking or coming the first date. Those
things might happen gradually if the guy proved worth it. She had a couple of boyfriends and, while things may not have always worked out, sex was never the reason. In fact, it usually kept her
with some guys longer than she should have. But life made sense to her until one night at the warehouse she worked at.

Desperate for rent and tuition money as her folks’ financial help was lessening and her loan figures started to get scary, she took a job at
a small appliance distribution company. She was hoping for a cushy little receptionist position where they could use her cute little body and bubbly face to greet people and answer phones, but
times being what they were, pretty girls can’t be seen as such in the employment world anymore and she found herself trudging up and down steps and elevators pushing and pulling dollies and hand
trucks with boxes of blenders and toasters and such.

The pay was a few bucks more than minimum wage and the physical part kept her busy and in shape; she dropped her gym membership because of
time and the fact that it seemed unnecessary. Everything was fine at the job; enough time was available to stay on top of her studies, even at work. A few other students worked there and they all
were able to spend at least one to two hours of their five-hour shifts studying or doing homework. There were plenty of warehouse rooms in the four-story building to steel away in. One such room is
where her story begins.

Around 7:00 PM, Saturday evening, she walked into one of her favorite rooms to study. It has a window overlooking the campus and is usually
undisturbed and quiet. She settled into her little place by the window with a table and chair when she heard a noise. It startled her as she was used to no sounds at all in there. Getting up to
investigate didn’t help as it grew quiet and she was positive there was someone else with her. She was frightened and decided to just get out of there and headed to the door. And that’s where she
found the intruder – only it was her boss. She barely knew him and might have seen him once since he hired her three weeks prior. This meeting was extremely awkward as there was no real purpose for
his being there and he didn’t look like business was on his mind – though he pretended it was. He was nervous but still blocking the door.

Scared out of her wits but trying to act normal, she greeted him and sheepishly claimed to be on a break. His reaction was peculiar and
vague but he managed to establish that he wasn’t happy and wanted her to stay as he figured things out. Things like what to do with all his employees taking all these breaks, as if she should be
part of his decision-making. It was totally inappropriate and she knew where it was leading – only an idiot wouldn’t.

After some illogical bullshit, and personal questions that she answered but shouldn’t have, he reasoned that if she were to “indulge” him,
he could turn a blind eye on her self-assigned employee benefits. It was so classless and she was so ready to just get out of there but there were three things she had to consider. First, jobs were
scarce and she really needed this decent paycheck. Second, even though he was easily in his upper thirties or forties, he was actually pretty decent looking. Third, and most disturbing, he seemed
to be blocking the door. To keep him from firing her then and there, she offered some thoughts, “I’m not sure if that would work, it seems wrong for one thing. Besides, I have a boyfriend and don’t
know how I’d deal with that”. He looked her up and down in her T-shirt and shorts and said, “He’s pretty lucky…. I bet you two get it on pretty well”… … She didn’t respond as he undressed her with
his eyes. “No one has to know.” “Can I think about it for a day or two?” There’s that eroticism again, she thought, negotiating. He remained near the door. “Not really, you just came in here so I
know you’re free for at least an hour”. She wondered how long he’d been observing her study breaks. “You head down the hall with me right now and we have our first session tonight.” She didn’t like
how he was ordering her, not giving her time to think, and what does he mean by ‘first session’? But their first exchanges kind of set that tone and it was hard to break it. But she tried. “No, I
don’t think so. Please step out of the way”, she attempted to empower herself. He half smiled and stepped aside, much to her relief. She opened the door and stood in the doorway for a moment. “I’ll
have your last check for you in the morning.” The ultimatum was clear, the bastard. She was leaving this great job because this horny pervert wants to have a ‘session’ with her, wants to fuck her
and feel her up. She stood there hesitating and he seized the moment and said softly, “Down the hall, third door on the right”. Straight ahead were the stairs, to the left was the hallway. She went
to the stairs and headed down the first five steps. Their conversation was over and she was free to go.. until she stopped and turned around. He was standing there watching her leave. She asked,
“Do you promise to keep it to yourself?” “Most definitely.” “Only this once?”, “If that’s what you want.” She took a moment to think and then took that first step back up the stairs. He gestured
with his hand for her to go first and she headed down the hallway and counted the doors as he followed her. She was much smaller than him and she knew he was watching her ass as she walked.

The door was unlocked and she walked into a makeshift efficiency apartment. Like a place for him to stay if he worked too late or something,
fight with the wife, whatever. There was a mattress on a raised platform coming out from the wall. The ‘bed’ was made. She stood there and he told her to have a seat. She went for the wooden chair
in the corner and he said, “on the bed, please”. Subordinately, she detoured and sat on her heals at the foot of the bed and wondered if that was too flippant, but it was too late.

"Tell me your name again,” he asked as if he ever really knew it. He pulled the chair out and sat a couple feet in front of her. "Rachel”,
she said looking down. "How old are you?" "Twenty-two" (look at my application, schmuck, she thought). "Whew, that is a nice number and you look every bit as good as it". She was becoming pretty
scared again and started to reconsider her choice. "You’re very beautiful," he said. She rolled her eyes and acknowledged him with an anemic thank you.

Then it began, "Do you want to take your blouse off for me, or do you want me to take it off for you?" A rush came over her as he finished
the question. ‘Holy shit!’ her head spun. ‘So soon!, she thought, ‘this is really happening. I’m a grown woman now! What am I doing in this situation again!?’ She raced to gather herself. What she
wanted was to get back on those stairs and go home. That option had already been dismissed. So she took a deep breath, got herself together and said, as calmly as she could, “No, I’ll do it”, and
slowly reached for the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it up and off. She set it aside and felt the cool air on her bare shoulders and breasts behind a sheer bra. Lust was on his face as he tried
to hide what her tits and nipples in that tight, thin bra did to him. Again, the feeling she had with the two boys in her basement came rushing back. Only now she’s a couple hundred miles from
home, a grown woman and the limits to this ‘deal’ were never set. This guy may very well be fucking her before she leaves this room, it wasn’t ruled out. ‘Damn it’, she thought, she had done a
better job negotiating when she was sixteen. With him watching her, she reached behind her back and unfastened the clip. She let the straps fall forward off her shoulders and felt the bra come away
from her breasts and the air on her nipples. Unlike with her boyfriend, she rounded her back and shoulders in a lame attempt at modesty. Showing them off was the last thing she wanted to do. And
then he said, “C’mon, let me see them”. Now she had to show them off. Still on her heals, she dropped the bra on her shirt and straightened her back. His eyes glued to her tits, “A little more”, he
said. Degraded, she pulled her shoulders back and arched her back. Sarcastically, she jutted her tits out towards his drooling glare. His eyes fixed and his breath quickened. Softly he said, “Whew,
they are gorgeous. Can you make them bounce for me?” ignoring her attitude completely. How sleazy! She certainly felt used as she did a quick left-right twist of her torso and they did in fact
jiggle quite nicely. “Holy shit! Sweetheart.” This guy really liked tits. She let him (like she had a choice) fixate on them for a minute and then, oddly, as a way to break that trance; she reached
for the button on her shorts. “Not yet”, he interrupted, “I need to check these out a little.” He reached for one of her breasts. She turned away while he placed his hand under it and lifted it.
She continued to turn away but it wasn’t enough to really stop him and it seemed normal to make some attempt at resisting his groping. And, of course, this stranger’s hand forcing its way through
as she coiled away from him turned her on. She was hunched over, arms forward, shoulders and back rounded, turned half away from him, all to limit his access to her breasts. He had to leave his
seat as his hands persisted and felt up her tits nonetheless, forcing between them, around them, squeezing them as they jostled about from his intruding hands. Oblivious to her resistance, he
overtly felt her up against her will. But as they wrestled and his hands continued groping, he reminded her they had a deal. This tempered the moment as she again acquiesced to her subordinate
role. His hand traveled with her breasts as she surrendered and slowly returned to face him again and resumed sitting up. He squeezed one lightly and glided his hand over it before concentrating on
her nipples. He gently stroked and pulled on them, not hurting them, first one then the other. She was uneasy that they got harder with his gentle touch. She didn't want him to think he was turning
her on. But he knew what he was doing as he patiently feather-stroked them and watched them tighten to the point when she usually wants them sucked. She was again letting her body be used in this
way. When he leaned forward to suck on them, she didn’t know how to respond so just sat there for him as she looked around the room. He got into it, drawing one nipple deep into his mouth and
careful not to hurt it as he rolled it around in his mouth with his tongue. It felt great. Looking down at his head, she pictured her nipple right in there all stretched and drawn out. She was
getting into it and her shoulder involuntarily worked with him, adding a little oomph to his sucking – another betrayal from her horny self. She stopped the shoulder, hoping he hadn’t noticed and
sat, staring curiously at the back of his head with her arms to her sides as he suckled her. As he went to her other breast, he pushed her back slightly and she had to put her arms behind her on
the mattress to hold herself up. This guy loved her tits as much as anyone had and suckled her for some time, even letting out little grunts at times. She did as well and, again, while they were
primal and sexual, she hoped he thought they were just something else. But who was she kidding?

He finally released her nipples and sat back where he was. She kept her position as he surveyed her body. He had this look of
accomplishment for having successfully coerced her and now using her as he was. Semi-reclined and topless, she let him gawk at her. Her tits are the large side of normal and that beautiful upward
contour was in true form now and he clearly wasn’t missing it. She knew, by keeping her arms where they were they would push her shoulders up and her breasts would just take over the scene, jutting
out proudly from her chest. His smug look soon gave way to that puppy-dog look as her tits dominated his psyche. He brushed against them both and put his hand on her flat belly. “You got a good
body”, he meant it as he explored the contours of her torso, like a slave owner checking out a possible purchase. His hand went down towards her crotch but her legs were closed and she didn’t want
to open them without being told, and then, of course, he told her to. Her arms still supporting her, she slowly sent her knees wide, still on her heels and in her shorts. She had to concentrate on
her balance. Then there was that feeling again of pseudo hostility as he placed his open fingers over her shorts right on her cunt and pressed up into the warm softness, back and forth and around
and her clit was right there with it the whole time, and he knew it. He knew it felt good to her as she affected being offended. “..this feel good?” She gave a long blink and sort of glared at him
as her answer. Her eyes said, ‘of course it does, asshole. That doesn’t mean it’s right.” He sat back again, nodded his head and said, “Continue undressing”. As he watched, she undid the button on
her shorts and pulled down the zipper. She rocked to one side then the other to straighten her legs and pushed her shorts down leaving her panties on. She sat down on the mattress and slid her
sneakers off, pushed her shorts down her legs and dropped them onto her other clothes.

The man reached out and nudged her legs apart and stared at her body, now only in panties on his bed. He spread her inner thighs and urged
them further and further apart as each hand ran the length of both legs all the way to her feet. He lifted her feet, still in her socks, and placed them at the edge of the bed with her knees up and
bent. His open palms canvassed her legs and across her panties in a visual and tactile surveillance of the entire terrain between her legs. He traveled from her ankles up to her knees, down her
inner thighs. In this position her labia was starting to peak out both sides of the panel of her panties and his fingers paid special attention to the soft flesh there. She had gone from problem
employee to sex toy as she shamelessly kept her knees up and her legs wide open and he literally pointed his finger at her clit like a curious ape. He gently placed his finger right on her clit and
wriggled slowly. She felt the juices flow as she stared at him with her legs so immodestly splayed out before him as far apart as they could be. He directed his poking to her moist hole and, still
over her panties, pressed into its soft warmth. Her position allowed her to push into the pressure without appearing to do so. It felt so good almost being penetrated in this way and she wanted to
hump his hand. Other fingers joined in as they slid amidst the moistness that now permeated that entire area of her panties. She looked down at what he was doing to her and saw it was so wet down
there, her quivering clit was visible through the thin panties. He pressed and made soft circles over it and this time, there was no hiding that she was getting plenty out of what he was doing.
Objectifying her body in this way brings on a different kind of eroticism and she had to admit again to herself that it was something she got off on. She did not want him to know this though. Her
attempts at concealment were lame, she knew it and he knew it and that was part of the eroticism. She just sat there, wanton and coerced with her arms supporting her from behind, her ample tits
right out there, and her legs opened so wide as he looked her over and over, his fingers moist from touching her. It was so strange, so quiet. The more nervous and horny she got, the heavier she
breathed and her breaths seemed so loud in that silence. She could tell he was getting pretty intensely turned on. He was in a company shirt and loose trousers and the bulge in his pants was
obvious. He told her that as long as she continued to behave everything would be fine. She just nodded, grateful for his saying that, as if that was still what this was all about. She was beginning
to lose that focus. She had already revealed how turned on she was at times but reverted back to ‘coerced victim’ each time and she did so throughout this. She thought he and she both preferred it
that way. He stepped away and unbuttoned his shirt. She kept her position for a little while but soon let her feet go to the floor and she passed the time by looking around the room.

She looked away as he undressed but glanced now and then to monitor his progress or intentions. She did watch him walk to the bed naked and
saw his thick cock bobbing with each step. It wasn’t a full hard-on yet but well on its way. He sat beside her and planted one hand firmly over one of her tits and the other at the back of her
head. He turned her head towards his and kissed her as he squeezed her tits one after the other, back and forth. She was passive through this, the victim. She wanted to feel his almost hard cock
grow hard in her hand. That was one indulgence she’d have to sacrifice to maintain her status. He forced his tongue into her mouth and her attempts to resist turned them both on. Following his
lead, they both fell back onto the bed where he most decidedly won the battle between his tongue and her mouth. The muffled sound of her voice as his tongue invaded her mouth amplified the moment.
It was a turn-on, resisting then giving in, allowing his tongue full passage into her mouth. That done, he stretched out beside her and started kissing her neck. Feeling his mouth, she hoped he’d
continue downward but he came back to her mouth. Two bodies, two smells, two strangers. This time she didn’t resist his tongue nor did she respond. He said, “Kiss me back, babe” and that was all it
took to make her return his kisses. He placed her arms around him and she hugged and purposely ran her hands up and down his back in a mechanical fashion to hide her actual interest. He pressed her
head towards his until she did it on her own and she even put her tongue in his mouth. They kissed and made out like lovers for a long while, gently at first and then with more and more passion,
their voices letting out contained urgencies as their mouths locked, breathing hard through their nostrils; all the while his hands roamed her body, squeezed her ass over her panties, slipped under
to feel the warmth of her ass. She enjoyed French kissing him and pressing her hips into him when he’d squeeze her ass. She was relieved he wasn’t gross, sweaty, or smelly. She tried her best to
hide those truths.

They went on like that for a long time before he put his hand in her hair and started guiding her head down. She dutifully kissed and licked
as he urged her head down. She acted tolerant and ‘put out’ as he let his will be known and she was forced to comply. She wanted that cock in her mouth but that wasn’t the point, the opposite was.
She got that glimpse of his penis before and knew more of that was soon to come.

She likes being touched. She loves being fucked and coming. She likes the feeling of power she gets when she sees that look
in a man's face when he sees her tits. She loves it when a man comes. She likes kissing and touching and she likes to suck a nice hard cock. She’ll gladly have a guy cum in her mouth as long as she
gets hers.

Her boss was in no hurry and she wasn’t rushing to suck him off either. She spent some time at his chest and his stomach, maybe lingering
too long. He actually smelt and tasted pretty good. But the time had come for her to touch his hard, throbbing, drooling cock. It was inches from her face and he watched her as she looked at it. It
was up there with the fattest cocks she had ever seen. It didn't seem unusually long, but he must’ve known she was taken by its thickness. She voluntarily took it in her hand and had to admit it
felt awesome, warm, throbbing, hard, heavy. She felt its mass as she watched herself stroke it a few times as he humped her hand. It was gorgeous. She tried not to be obvious as she stared at the
beautiful swollen head and wanted it in her mouth so bad. A little nudge to the back of her head and she was licking and kissing it. Again, he was clean and easy on the tongue. Keeping her hand
around his wide girth, she opened wide and took it in her mouth, causing a deep moan from his voice as he surged it forward, forcing the soft large head to the back of her throat. He sent his thick
cock in and out of her wide open mouth several times before she closed her lips and formed a firm ring around it.

While he held her head, he placed her remaining hand on his balls as the other continued to stroke. She jerked him off and gently kneaded
his balls while sucking on him and his orgasm was in her hands and mouth as she felt it rising up within him. She moaned along with him, like she always had done with her boyfriends as he started
grunting and she felt the head swell up and the first spurts of cum squirt into her mouth. She hadn’t planned to moan with such earnest, but it was too late now. There’s little question that he
took this as encouragement and there was nothing she could do about it now. She swam the familiar taste and texture around and let it ooze out of her lips over his cock, her hands, and his balls.
She kept pumping, using his cum as lubricant. She continued to suck and pump until she was sure he was through. Eventually she stopped and relaxed her mouth around his softening cock. She laid her
head on his belly and monitored how his cock grew increasingly softer in her mouth and the desperate hardness faded. As they lay there quietly and his breathing returned to normal, she thought of
her boyfriend and her coworkers, all going about their business as she lay here bare naked but for thin, moist, small panties with her bare naked boss. It was bizarre!